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I really like orange safety cones. The color is awesome; they provide a safe zone for workers on streets and highways; they mean that Children’s Circle Preschool is BACK. 

The quiet halls of planning and projects become vibrant with teacher greetings and children’s voices. Parents fill the building with prayers, hopes, worries and a few tears. The children sleep, play, sing, and sometimes cry.

Earlier this summer I was told, “We can get kind of loud.”  
Also, I was warned “You might want to shut your door.” 
Finally, I was cautioned “Do not play heavy metal loud music during nap time!” However, I could not know the void the children would fill. I am reminded of the adage “You don’t know what you don’t know.” How could I know that the church was missing all of this exuberance?

After day one of preschool, I pulled into the parking lot. I walked up to the majestic building that is a testament to the glorious worship and service we do in the name of God. Then I saw the orange safety cones, and I smiled.  I remembered the noise and confusion one flight up, and I recalled the scripture: “Let the little children come unto me….”  Mark 10:14


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